Happy Eyes

Mostly, she is a happy person. Her eyes are looking too bright tonight. The moon is in its sabbath and stars are spreading some rays and struggling with the cloud.Time has almost stopped, if he was there  it would have been like that. As her sparkling eyes are staring at slow sound of empty heart, slow breeze blows her hair and she is recalling everything. She is weak and her heart is considered fragile.She has so much emotion in it. The emotion keeps her in motion.

She still doesn't know, how to give a sound to her racing heart. Her emotion is spinning her and her mind stops for a while. Every corner of her heart lightens up, every time she finds him in her heart. This is a part of the rhythm of love for him which she hold in her heart. All the love songs, she listens, she dedicates to him. Either its a full moon night or moonless sky, she wishes to be with him. She simply knows it, what people call it but she simple doesn't know how to confess "I Love you" Till the midnight, she contemplates and wishes to write letters for him. Every night she scrambles words and writes new letters. One, two, three... Don't know how many letters she has written so far.

There is no one to know and listen her heart, not even him. But rain drops applaud with leaves outside as she attempts to write romantic lines for him.